Work for a Week
Work for a week think I'm hurting my back ow
Spending my time with my bank account maxed out
Count up a stack spend it all get it back now
Popping a pill in my drink then I black out
Claustrophobic so these hoes need to back up
Cruising down streets speakers bumping this track loud
Drown out that weak shit your homies are wack bruh
Katana blade swing slice only his eyebrows
Grandfather clock in the attic at dad's house
Go full retard at the function and spazz out
Maxing on racks telepathic amount
Stuck to the plan now your heart filled with doubt
Roll up a blunt get that pack smoked in half hour
Homie passed out going ham on the snack drawer
Ruthless as fuck when it comes to a rap war
Carry the game but I told you my back sore
Stay up at night watch cartoons and Transformers
Flip on the lights cause we up telling horror stories
Cooking the beat like it's Dexter's laboratory
All my supporters are extraordinary
Work for a week I think I'm hurting my back ow
Spending my time with my bank account maxed out
Count up a stack spend it all get it back now
Popping a pill in my drink then I black out
Pull to the left like a fucked up alignment
Return to earth for a special assignment
Mercedes Benz but not a cosignment
Tropic disaster your girlfriend's vagina
Savage by nature got instinct to violence
Ruby red drop eyelids pour in silence
Acid asylum awaiting arrival
Waves that are tidal and timing is vital
Roll up a blunt get that pack smoked in half hour
Homie passed out going ham on the snack drawer
Ruthless as fuck when it comes to a rap war
Carry the game but I told you my back sore
You may say that it is only for survival
Act a damn fool while your life is in a spiral
Ice cold jewels on my wrist I'm an idol
Champion belt cuz I bring home the title
Switching the lane gotta move with the traffic
Work for a week til I hit a new average
Understand words you're a lyrical maverick
Under developed and under established
Work for a week think I'm hurting my back ow
Spending my time with my bank account maxed out
Count up a stack spend it all get it back now
Popping a pill in my drink then I black out
Spending my time with my bank account maxed out
Count up a stack spend it all get it back now
Popping a pill in my drink then I black out
Claustrophobic so these hoes need to back up
Cruising down streets speakers bumping this track loud
Drown out that weak shit your homies are wack bruh
Katana blade swing slice only his eyebrows
Grandfather clock in the attic at dad's house
Go full retard at the function and spazz out
Maxing on racks telepathic amount
Stuck to the plan now your heart filled with doubt
Roll up a blunt get that pack smoked in half hour
Homie passed out going ham on the snack drawer
Ruthless as fuck when it comes to a rap war
Carry the game but I told you my back sore
Stay up at night watch cartoons and Transformers
Flip on the lights cause we up telling horror stories
Cooking the beat like it's Dexter's laboratory
All my supporters are extraordinary
Work for a week I think I'm hurting my back ow
Spending my time with my bank account maxed out
Count up a stack spend it all get it back now
Popping a pill in my drink then I black out
Pull to the left like a fucked up alignment
Return to earth for a special assignment
Mercedes Benz but not a cosignment
Tropic disaster your girlfriend's vagina
Savage by nature got instinct to violence
Ruby red drop eyelids pour in silence
Acid asylum awaiting arrival
Waves that are tidal and timing is vital
Roll up a blunt get that pack smoked in half hour
Homie passed out going ham on the snack drawer
Ruthless as fuck when it comes to a rap war
Carry the game but I told you my back sore
You may say that it is only for survival
Act a damn fool while your life is in a spiral
Ice cold jewels on my wrist I'm an idol
Champion belt cuz I bring home the title
Switching the lane gotta move with the traffic
Work for a week til I hit a new average
Understand words you're a lyrical maverick
Under developed and under established
Work for a week think I'm hurting my back ow
Spending my time with my bank account maxed out
Count up a stack spend it all get it back now
Popping a pill in my drink then I black out
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Writer(s): Brady Nelson
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